"Mdot Flow" lyrics
"Mdot Flow"
(Yo, Wick, I'm jackin' this one)
Niggas keep takin' the flow, so I'd rather just show 'em who really be doin' this shit
Free Wiki the Hound, not sturdy, he down, got the call from the Hound, he got cut in his shit
Free Earl, that was really my mans, nigga, if he come home, then he eatin' the back of the clip
Niggas keep takin' the flow, so I'd rather just show 'em who really be doin' this shit
Free Wiki the Hound, not sturdy, he down, got the call from the Hound, he got cut in his shit
Free Earl, that was really my mans, nigga, if he come home, then he eatin' the back of the clip
No I'm not here to go talk on bros in the can, free Raf, had to show 'em who glitch
Niggas keep sayin' I'm chasin' this shit 'cause I'm back locked in, I can't deal with the dissin'
Speak on the scap, nigga, when I came back, word to Nu, word to X, I was outside glitchin'
I really love all the bros, nigga, when it was time, word to bro, I ain't hear no bitchin'
They told me sit back, nigga, fuck all the rap, same day in the back, what the fuck is the ticket?
Bro told me he got Pop addy and shit, why the fuck is he trollin'? We outside now
Niggas shootin' a video thinkin' they crazy and shit, heard the baow and they had to get down
Oh the X Loc bop? When I ran into Jodot, I was smackin' the gat, I was hawkin' him down
Better ask how we get on the 'Wokks I don't care if you Hat, if you with 'em, you better get down
Ask what happened, we spotted the Hound, started banging the G and the Hound hit the ground
Niggas bendin' on bikes, niggas threw out the MAC, hit the Hound, word to bro, started banging the pound
FL3 for the cleanup, Melly the Blazer, two guns for the Peter
Try and give out the drop, word to bro I'ma beat her
Don't know why they mentionin' me, I'ma teach 'em, like
Like how the fuck could they diss? I ain't gon' lie, I did bad on the 6, I was hawkin' 'em down when I got out the hospital, like, word to bro, I was throwin' a fit
Brodie told me to heal, wasn't hearin' that shit, I pulled up on the opps, I was bangin' the grip
Nigga, word to my dead, I was at Pop Kreep crib, took a pic right there, he remember the 'fit
Niggas bring up the poke, niggas must've forgot, DayHound special, the Jet in a box
Bino and Q, but let's stick to the plot
Every time niggas troll, niggas gettin' 'em shot
Quai went poof, caught a shot to the neck
1k hit, I was holdin' my leg
Stackz got shot, man, he should've been dead
Sat him down on the bench for the shit that he said
Pop was just duckin', we had his life in our hands, word to bro, could've went up with B
Bloxkz know vibes, when I went to 46 had to hop off the bike, sidestep with the glee
Like why the fuck is they mentionin' me? Nigga, Fazo the pack so they mentionin' me
Fuck Bino the Makk, he got hit in his head
Nigga thought he was tough, where the fuck is his G?
Jodot keep rappin', he ran into me, I was smackin' the G, word to bro, on repeat
Every time nigga dissin' my block, what the fuck did you do to the opps? You got hit with the V, word to my dead
Better ask the lil' bitch who was doin' the hits when it came to the rappin' and makin' the scenes
Every trip, I got wavy for bro on the opps, know I do it for them 'cause they'd do it for me
Free AJ the Jet, livin' good in the spot, if I send out the kite, know he'd do it for me
Why the fuck they keep dissin' the Flicks? Every trip on the opps, word to bro, nigga, jump shot green
Nigga, I'm on the Lz, who that right there in the street?
I dare him to bluff, nigga, I got the key
I throw pain out the G if he do it for G
Nigga, slow down the whip, I'ma hang out the V
I'ma throw up the Makk, let me see if he pree
Fuck 2 to the 6, I be smokin' the Bees
Nigga Damo the pain, roll him up in a splee
They don't come to the Bronx, if he reach, I'ma teach
HarlemK, I might bend with a Sweep
Kelly the ghost land, that shit sweet
We done banged up the 4, I was bussin' my heat
They don't come to the Bronx, if he reach, I'ma teach
HarlemK, I might bend with a Sweep
Kelly the ghost land, that shit sweet
We done banged up the 4, I was bussin' my heat, nigga, word to my dead
Nigga, we really do it, no mask, no ski, word to bro, I'ma do it
Hoodie down with the ball, word to bro, we was troopin'
We all got a pole, what the fuck is we doin'?
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